Its 2am. I can’t sleep. I’m lying on a small bed in a little room in the corner of Gmac’s compound here in Nazare. The cement walls and tile floor are cold, its humid and I can hear the surf roaring off in the distance. I say compound because its more than a house. Its several houses on a very large fenced in property on the beach. Just north of the famous lighthouse on the point and the wave that bagged Garret his Guinness book world record. It even has solar panels covering the rooftops. I’m here because Garret asked me to come. I’ve seen the pictures, been fascinated with the images but never had a huge desire to check it out. Mainly because I’m not a big tow surfer and partly because it didn’t ever look like that good of a paddle wave. It also looks extremely dangerous and without the proper safety plan you can put yourself and others in a bad situation very quickly. A few weeks ago I got an email from the “Red Chargers’ asking me all sorts of questions about myself. I glance at it and tell myself ill get back to it when I have a bit more time. I forget about it and it disappeared in my inbox. A week later I get a message from Garret telling me to come out. … Read the rest